Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Today I took the afternoon off work, kind of. I even left a little early, about 11:40. The idea was to get to my 1:30 PT appointment on time, and have the rest of the afternoon to digest what I learn and take any actions required. This seemed prudent, going into unfamiliar territory.
My left foot "cooperated" by getting worse after I made the appointment. While it wasn't as bad this afternoon as it had been yesterday evening, it was noticeably swollen. I told the PT my history of running and foot issues. She listened, had me move in various ways, and measured my strength and range of motion in obscure types of movement.
The verdict: I have weak hips. Oh, they move front to back just fine; but the abduction and adduction are weak. And the swollen foot is a problem that has to be addressed before other things can be worked on. The PT brought down the swelling with a couple of high tech gizmos that ran electric current and ultrasound through the foot. Homework was to use an Ace bandage on the foot, and to do some exercises for hip abduction and trunk stability. I'm not sure when we address adduction, but at this point I'm willing to go with what PT says. She certainly has a lot more relevant education in this stuff than I do.
While I was doing some of the preliminary stuff, my phone rang. Reject call. Boing! Got a voice mail. And some work email. Took care of returning the phone call while I was waiting for the electric current to do its thing with swelling. Answered one email during another waiting period. Had to defer an important email till I got home; that required me to recrank a piece of the major project that went down a week ago. So it wasn't a full afternoon off, but I did get the important stuff done for me. And I won't feel guilty taking an hour during paid work time to get to PT on a work at home day. Work gets enough of my unpaid time to compensate.
Legal bit: In the State of New York, I can have one month or 10 visits to a PT on my own referral. After that, I need a prescription from a doctor. I'll probably call my doctor before it goes that long, but I want to get a couple more appointments in to stabilize the routine with PT first.
No, Jenny, it's not arthritis. It's a weak hip not controlling how my foot lands as well as it should. This is not anything I could possibly have figured out on my own. The problem isn't fixed yet, but it sure looks like the PT knows her stuff. She thinks she can get me back running, and (unlike my regular doc) she doesn't express skepticism at the idea of my running a half marathon.
So now I do some PT exercises each day for a while, then go back next Tuesday.
Weak hips. Who knew?